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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.