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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.