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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.