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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Monolake,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.