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 Croatia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.