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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.