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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.