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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.