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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.