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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.