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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Wings,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.