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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.