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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Standells to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.