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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the disco 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.