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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.