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 Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.