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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.