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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt 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?
CMW,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.