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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.