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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.