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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.