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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.