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 Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.