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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel 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?
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.