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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.