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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.