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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
June of 44,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.