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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.