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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 güiro 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Index,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.