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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
10cc,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.