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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.