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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Swans,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.