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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Tremeloes,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.