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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.