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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Index,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.