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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.