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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
10cc,
Section 25,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.