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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.