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 Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ludus to the funk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '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 Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
This Heat,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.