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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.