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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
MDC,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
The Associates,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.