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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.