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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.