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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Can,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.