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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.