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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.