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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.