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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.