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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Moebius,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.