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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.