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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.