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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 808 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 Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.