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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Inner City 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.