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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.