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 Micronesia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.