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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Arcadia 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.