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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gap Band to the techno 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.