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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.