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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.