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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.