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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Franke,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.