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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Section 25 to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
UT,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.