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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
The Fall,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.