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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Ten City,
June Days,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.