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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Swans to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Nas,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.