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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Moebius,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.