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 Maldives and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.