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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Doors,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.