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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 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 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.