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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.