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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.