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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 the Normal to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Q65,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.