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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.