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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Black Dice to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.