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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.