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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Toasters 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.