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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.