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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
The Monks,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.