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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.