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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans 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?
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Television,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.