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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Can,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.