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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.