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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.