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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 The Durutti Column to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Gong,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.