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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.