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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.