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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Deakin,
Slave,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.