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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.