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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 harpsichord 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.