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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.