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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.