Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Can,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.