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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Mumbai and Bologna.
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 rhodes 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.