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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fugs to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.