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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.