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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.