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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.