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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Pylon to the rap 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.