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 Madagascar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.