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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith 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?
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.