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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.