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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.