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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.