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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.