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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Monolake,
MC5,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.