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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.