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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Fall to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.