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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Last Poets to the punk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.