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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall 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 Stooges,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.