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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Carl Craig to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.