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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.