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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.