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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.