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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.