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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Q65,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.