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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.