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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.