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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.