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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 organ 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 kango's stein massive 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.