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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Liliput to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.