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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band 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?
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.