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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.