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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the punk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.