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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor 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?
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
UT,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.