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 Brazil and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.