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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.