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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
cv313,
Scion,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.