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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.