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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Sound to the techno 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.