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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.