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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.