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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
DNA,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.