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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.