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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
The Index,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Scion,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.