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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
The Residents,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.