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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.