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 Romania 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.