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 Morocco 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.