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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.