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 Lithuania 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.