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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.