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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.