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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Livin' Joy to the dance 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.