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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 organ 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Technova,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.