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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.