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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.