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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.