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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 linndrum 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.