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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.