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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.