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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.