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 Dominica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.