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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
New Order,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.