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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.