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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.