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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mummies 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.