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 Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.