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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.