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 Romania and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.