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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.