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 Japan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.