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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.