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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.