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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.