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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.