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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.