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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.