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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Faust,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.