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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Kinks 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.