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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.