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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.