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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.