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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Khruangbin to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.