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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
CMW,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.