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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Television,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.