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 Greece and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.