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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.