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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.