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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.