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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.