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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.