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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.