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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.