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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Smog to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.