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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.