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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.