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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.