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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.