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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.