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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Index,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Mars,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.