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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.