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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.