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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slave to the dance 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.