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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.