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 Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Swans,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.