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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.