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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.