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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.