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 Korea North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.