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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.