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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.