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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Television,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.