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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.