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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.