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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.