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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.