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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.