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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry 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?
Swans,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.