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 Italy and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Can,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.