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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 organ 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.