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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.