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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 Calgary and Milan.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.