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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.