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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.