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 Armenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.