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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.