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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.