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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.