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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.