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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
the Association,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.