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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.