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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.