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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Fear,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Ossler,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Lungfish,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.