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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.