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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.