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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.