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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 John Cale 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.