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 Mongolia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Gories,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.