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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.