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 Antigua and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.