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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.