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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.