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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
10cc,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.