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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.