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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Q65,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Cymande,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
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.