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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Japan,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.