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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Niagra,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.