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 Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Skarface,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.