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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.