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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.