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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.