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 Korea South and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.