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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Monolake,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.