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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
the Germs,
Q65,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.