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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Television,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.