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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 June Days to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.