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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Nirvana to the techno 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor 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?
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.