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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.