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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Crime,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.