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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.