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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.