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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Visage,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.