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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
DNA,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.