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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.