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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.