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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.