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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 sitar 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 Funkadelic to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.