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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.