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 France and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.