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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Ten City 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.