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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.