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 France and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Monks,
Audionom,
Crime,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.