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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.