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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.