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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.