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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.