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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.