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 Lithuania 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Monks,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.