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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.