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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Television,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.