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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.