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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
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.