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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the disco 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.