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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Litter,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.