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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
JFA,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.