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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
The Saints,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.