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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.