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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Leaves to the techno 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.