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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.