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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.