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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.