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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions 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?
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Franke,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.