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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.