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 Palau 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.