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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.