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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.