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 Japan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.