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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Nico,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.