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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The Five Americans to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.