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 Australia and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 theremin 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Q65,
MDC,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.