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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.