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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.