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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kinks to the crunk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.