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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.