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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.