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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.