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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Technova,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.