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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.