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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
New Order,
DNA,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Interpol,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.