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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 UT to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Television,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.