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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.