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 Comoros and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.