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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Nas,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.