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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.