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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.