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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.