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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 UT to the jazz 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Faust,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.