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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Mumbai and Halifax.
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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.