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 France and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.