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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.