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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Technova,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.