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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.