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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Sparks,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.