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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.