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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Shoche,
MDC,
Slave,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.