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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Index,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.