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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.