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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.