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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.