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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 oboe 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
JFA,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.