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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Interpol,
The Fall,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.