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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.