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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Roy Ayers to the punk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.