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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie 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.