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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.