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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.