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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Index,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.