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 Kenya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.