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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.