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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Last Poets to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.