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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.