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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.