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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
The Move,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.