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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.