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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.