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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
June Days,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.