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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.