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 Ireland 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.