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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Shoche,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.