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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
UT,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.