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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Cosmic Jokers 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.