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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.