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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.