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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.