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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 güiro 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.