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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.