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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
X-101,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.