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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.