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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Toni Rubio to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.