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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hashim to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.