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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.