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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Angry Samoans to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.