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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.