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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the rock 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
June of 44,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.