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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day 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?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.