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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.