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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Can,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.