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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.