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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.