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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.