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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.