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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.