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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 The Moleskins to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.