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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.