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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.