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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.