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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
ABC,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.