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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.