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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Index,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.