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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.