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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.