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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Technova,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.