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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.