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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Mars,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.