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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.