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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.