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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.