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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Doors to the jazz 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.