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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.