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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Aswad to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
CMW,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.