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 Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.