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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
The Move,
cv313,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.