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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 Mumbai and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.