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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.