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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.