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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Q65,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.