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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.