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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.