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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 organ 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.