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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Faust,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.