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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Q65 to the punk 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.