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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.