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 Eritrea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.