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 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.