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 Canada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s 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 Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.