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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.