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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.