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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.