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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the grunge 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Can,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.