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 Macedonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.