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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Pole,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.