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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.