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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bar-Kays to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Swans,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.