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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Hashim,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.