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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Grass Roots 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.