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 Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Can,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.