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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
PIL,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.