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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.