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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.