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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
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 David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.