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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.