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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
ABC,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.