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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Wings,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.