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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.