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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments 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?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.