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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
UT,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Wire,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
JFA,
ABC,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.