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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
10cc,
The Residents,
Niagra,
The Move,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.