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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Visage,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.