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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.