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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.