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 Iraq and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Can,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
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.