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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Victims to the dance 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.