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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
EPMD,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.