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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.