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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.