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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.