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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
MC5,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.