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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.