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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
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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.