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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté 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?
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.