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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.