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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Stereo Dub to the grime 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.