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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.