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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.