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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.