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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.