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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Scientists,
Fear,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.