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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the funk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.