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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.