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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.