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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.