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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.