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 Andorra and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken 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?
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.