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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.