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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Television,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.