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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.