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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.