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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
AZ,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.