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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.