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 Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Dawn Penn to the rock 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.