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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.