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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.