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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.