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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Q and Not U to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.