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 Panama and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.