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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.