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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.