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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Japan,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.