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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.