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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.