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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Rapeman to the grime 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.