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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.