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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Faust,
cv313,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.