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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.