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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.