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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.