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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.