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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the jazz 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.