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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Excepter,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.