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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Faust,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.