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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Scion,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.