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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-102 to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.