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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.