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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Television,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.