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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.