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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Mars,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.