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 Turkmenistan 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
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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.