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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
UT,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.