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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.