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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.