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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.