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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.