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 Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Swans,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.