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 Indonesia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.