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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.