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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
EPMD,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
June Days,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.