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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.