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 Italy and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Symarip,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.