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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.