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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Accra and New York.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Index,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.