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 Germany 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Television,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.