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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.