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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.