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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.