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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Subhumans to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Wings,
Monks,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.