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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.