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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Lagos and New York.
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 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.