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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
cv313,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.