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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.