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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.