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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.