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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lalann 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.