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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.