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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.