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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.