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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the crunk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.