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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.