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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.