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 Haiti 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
MC5,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.