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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
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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.