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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.