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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the jazz 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Ituana,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.